Looking down from heaven seems like a terrible burden for one little soul.
When I leave, I won't look back, ever.
I won't leave anything unsaid,
or at least unfelt.
I won't have any reason to look back--
when I leave, I'll be finished.
You don't have to worry about me watching what you're doing
or at least I'll turn away at the things you don't want me to see.
I might not even take any memory of you with me.
But at least I'll take the love with me
because it made me who I am.
In memory...9/11 victims.....
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